A/N: Prompt by Anon
Outsider POVs of the Hazbin Crew figuring/detectiving out that Radiohusk is an actual Item? Yes I know Reaction POVs are so common, but it would be rlly cool. Their thoughts? Angel Dust & Charlie & Vaggie POVs included would be great if that's okay. TLDR Observations of the couple from Outsider POVs pls.

There's one more promp that fits the "Outsider POV plz" category, so one more part to go : D

This first segment happens during Afterlife ch13 (Peripheral vision).
The second segment happens shortly after Fine, Jackass! ch7 (Mushiness of epic fucking proportions).

Niffty hummed happily to herself as she pushed the cleaning cart into the bar area. She was almost done with her duties for the day, only needing to mop the no doubt super sticky and icky bar floor and see if Husk needed any help with the trash or anything. Then she'd have the rest of the evening off to work on her writing, unless of course a disaster of some kind happened and nobody else could handle the cleanup. It was surprisingly common actually, but it was part of the fun working at the hotel!

"Hi Husk, hi!" she said as soon as she saw Husk looking in her direction with his usual grouchy demeanor. She waved at him and received a nod in return. Not minding the less than warm reception, she busied herself with filling a bucket with hot water and soap, and then dunked the mop in it and got started with un-stickifying the floor like the cleaning pro she was!

As she worked, she occasionally spared a glance at Husk, who was sitting lethargically on his bar stool and nursing a glass of something or another. It wasn't exactly an uncommon sight, but she had been seeing it more often lately, along with the very closed-off look in his eyes and the general feeling of offness about him. It was somewhat worrying, if she was honest.

She had asked him about his depressive behavior a couple of times already, but Husk had brushed her off and rather brusquely claimed nothing was wrong, so there was no point in asking again – she knew he'd start doing the "let's distract Niffty with a shiny object" strategy next if she pushed too much, and it worked a little too well and made her forget there had been anything wrong at all. It was better to remember than to forget, so she tried to avoid it when she noticed the pattern.

It was really a huge shame they were not close enough for Husk to open up to her, which to be fair was the case with everyone other than Alastor as far as she knew. Not for a lack of effort on her part! She was always friendly with Husk whenever Alastor brought them together, but Husk had the habit of closing off and pulling away whenever she felt like she was finally making headway. She didn't know how Alastor had managed to befriend him, but it was obvious to anyone with at least one eye that Husk and Alastor simply adored each other. That said, it was actually kinda odd how little time they spend together, despite living in the same house and everything.

But Alastor was very busy these days, so maybe that was it.

Niffty didn't think she had seen Alastor idling for any amount of time ever since the hotel had gained a little positive press and received a flood of exciting new customers. He was always super busy either entertaining people, doing paperwork, having meetings with Charlie, fixing up the hotel, fending off disruptive folks, managing the press, or causing mayhem. His usual boredom was long gone and it was very very nice to see him so happy!

But for some reason the opposite was true for Husk and Niffty didn't know how to help. Maybe she should ask Alastor for tips? He knew Husk the best after all. Then again, he was busy...

She spotted a dark red and sticky looking stain on the floor. Was that red wine? That was red wine! Oh no, the nice wooden floor would be discoloured if she let it sit!

Niffty proceeded to forget about her previous line of thought entirely, as she had more pressing matters to attend to.

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"Look, I'm telling you they're behaving differently and it's really fucking obvious", Angel Dust said, and nudged Vaggie's arm, which she pulled away from his infuriatingly long reach. "They're gay as fuck."

Vaggie sighed, and looked over to the bar, where Alastor and Husk were leaning towards each other over the counter and having a conversation. It was true that they seemed closer than before – had ever since the week or so that they had been randomly missing – and Husk was certainly happier than she had ever seen him be, but she had pegged Alastor as aroace within a couple of months since he invited himself to the hotel. He was just way too uninterested, clueless, prudish and obviously touch repulsed to be anything else – discounting his own need to touch everyone and everything at all times, regardless of peoples' damned boundaries. She was pretty sure that was just him being the biggest asshole on this side of Hell.

"I'll give you Husk", she said after a moment of observing the pair. "He's making eyes at Alastor for sure, and the way he checks all kinds of people out and talks shit isn't subtle. He's either bi or pan. But no way is Alastor gay. If he was into anyone, he could damn well have them one way or another. The fact that he isn't doing that kind of thing at all speaks volumes. He's not interested in sex or relationships."

"Listen, you useless lesbian, my gaydar is supreme. Husk is fucking flirting and Allie there is not turning him down. Whether he's into sex or not, he's surely into the grumpy cat gramps at least. They're gonna be snogging before this month ends."

Vaggie narrowed her single eye at Angel, before turning towards their targets again. Husk had a smile on his lips and his body language was portraying relaxation and being comfortable with his company. His left paw was resting on the counter while his right was idly spinning a poker chip. Alastor was chatting up a storm on the other side of the bar, which had become a regular thing in the last few days; Alastor somehow had more free time than before, and he used it to hang out with Husk. Vaggie had heard from the other residents that they had a bit more peace and quiet now, so she assumed Alastor spent less time being a nuisance and instead dedicated that time to Husk.

Okay, when she put it that way she had to admit that Angel may have a point. Maybe.

Movement caught her attention, and she focused again. Alastor's hands had been waving in the air to emphasis whatever point he had in his tale, and once he was done with the gesturing his right hand was placed on top of Husk's arm on the counter. His fingers stroked the fur casually and remarkably gently, and Husk's expression softened into something Vaggie had never seen on his face before.

"Hah, gay!" Angel said in triumph and gave Vaggie a wide smirk.

She couldn't disagree.